Wooyun's arms ached, the force of each parry sending shockwaves through his bones. But he couldn't falter. Not now.
"Third form: sutra needles." Dozens of needle-like bolts of qi burst from his spear, piercing through the air toward Yu-jun. Some missed, some embedded in the ground, but several struck true, tearing through his opponent's robes and flesh.
Yu-jun staggered, coughing blood—but still, he smiled, wild and delirious. "Even dying… I'll drag you down with me!"
"Not today." Wooyun gathered every ounce of qi left in him, the ground around him splitting from the force. The sky darkened as lightning coiled around his body. He raised his spear high, voice steady and cold. "Final Form: Heaven's Bloom."
The spear descended, a blinding arc of white lightning crashing down with it. The explosion swallowed them both, light, thunder, and ash colliding in one devastating moment.
